This or That: A riveting game of choice


The other day I updated my brother on all the exciting things that have been happening in my life. My washing machine broke and I’m getting a new one. He told me he was going on a trip to Sweden and Denmark and Poland.

Turns out that both of these life events cost roughly the same amount.

Both my brother and I have travelled to Sweden and Denmark and Poland. We’ve also both done laundry. We are both well aware of the options that lay before us.  My brother chose a trip. He will get to visit with old friends, meet new ones, learn cool new things, see exciting new places, eat awesome food, and have glamorous fun.

I, on the other hand, will do laundry. And I will continue to do laundry long after the memories of his trip have faded.

Yup, the Adult Decision won again. Let’s face it, Fun didn’t even stand a chance.


7 tips for guaranteed blog success!

It’s been a while since I’ve updated. I’ve been busy, busy reading other blogs. Oh, and raising a family. But back to those blogs…

I love blogs (let me clarify: style, decor, and/0r mom blogs). At any given time I am following at least 50 or so blogs. Yup, I love them -the pictures, the anecdotes, the ideas. But lately I’ve noticed that there seems to be a lot of overlap in content on my favorite blogs. There seems to be a direct correlation between the popularity of a blog and the following items:

1. The (Pia Wallen) blanket. It must be wool. It must be black and white. It must be placed nonchalantly on your bed in your all white bedroom.

2. Swedish Hasbeens. The clogs. Bonus points if you wear them with socks. These shoes scream, “Look at me. I’m carefree, but also killer-stylish!” I’ve been lusting after a pair of the clog boots for years. Sigh.

3. The messy top knot. I love this look, but it drives me nuts. It looks so natural and easy and elegant and I can not for the life of me figure out how to replicate it. 

4. Antlers. They can be big or small. They can be adorned or bare. They can be authentic or paper-mached. But somewhere, somewhere in your house you should have antlers. They show that you are rustic and connected to nature. I don’t have any yet, but I’m on the look out for some antler sheds. If you have a blog, you should be too.

5. The lucite tray. This can be placed on your coffee table or bureau. It holds your Diptyque candles and tiny vases of wildflowers. I just ordered mine today, so I imagine blog success is imminent. Alas, I can not afford $80 candles. Yet. 

6. The Eames rocker. This is an absolute MUST if you have a child. White is the popular colour, but black is fast catching up in the blog world. I think I would get black. For the record, I am not sure if the (much) cheaper knock-offs are acceptable in the blog world. I don’t think so. Not worth the risk.

7. Chevron. To be honest, chevron has become so popular that it is now on its way out, quickly being replaced by the most trendy bloggers with polka dots and kilim-anything. But chevron was embraced with such force that it will still be years before it is completely passe. You should be able to spot at least one chevron item on your favorite blog. I’m hoping to catch this trend in a month or two at my local thrift store:)

Well, this list could go on. From artisan wood cutting boards to copper pots, from embossed gold pendants to Hunter rain boots, professional bloggers have got it all. I can only surmise that these trends or themes pave the way to blog-success.

Our little family is on the brink of great change, but perhaps Boo is in for the greatest change of all. We’ve been trying to prepare her for the new baby as best as we know how. We talk about the baby all the time, and she does too, but I never really know how much she knows and understands. I guess we will find out soon enough. For now, we sit and wait and read. Boo’s new favorite book is There’s Going to be a Baby and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me tear up a little bit.

images1T’s post earlier today filled me with wishes too!!  Being miles away from my sister is hard…  there are so many moments throughout my days when I wish she was here in Montreal.  Thank goodness for phones but I’d much rather have her here in person.

In four weeks I’ll be heading back home to meet the new little one who is scheduled to make his or her arrival in just two weeks …  I am so incredibly excited to be an auntie again.  And Boo will get to be a big sister!  Just like me!  I am so excited for her to have exactly what I have – a sibling to play with & get into trouble with, to grow up with, to fight with, someone to whisper her secrets to, to laugh and laugh with, and to plan & dream with!

Only a few more weeks ’til the world gets another sweetheart!!  I cannot wait.


These days…

I would like to have hot chocolate and chocolate croissants with my sister on her fire escape on a cool evening while we watch the lights from her exciting city in the distance. I would like to girl talk with her all night long and fill her in on the mundane details of my life while I listen to the exciting events of hers. I would like to complain about our annoyances, gossip about celebs we have never met but know too much about, and laugh about absolutely nothing.


Diaper Bag Dilemma

We are preparing for a new addition in the next couple of weeks. We are super excited and not the least bit prepared.

We are currently without a nursery, due to house renovations. We are unaware of gender, so boxes of girl clothes are stacked randomly throughout the house, waiting to be opened and unpacked or shipped away to Goodwill (that will be an difficult and emotional experience, no doubt). We have a toddler who steals every single item laid out for the baby and uses it to diaper, clothe, and entertain her dolls. We are not the least bit ready for a baby. And I’m okay with that.

Except for the diaper bag. The diaper bag has to be ready.

I have always struggled with the diaper bag. When Boo was an infant, I would often forget the diaper bag at home. If I was fortunate enough to remember it, it was seldom stocked with anything useful, like diapers, but was always exploding at the seems with every useless and impractical item possible. In fact, the only constant in the diaper bag was a set of bamboo utensils that I insisted I carry with me at all times, you know, just in case.

So this year I am determined to master the diaper bag, and thus, be the most pulled together mother ever!

I have devised a plan to carry three small cases within the diaper bag -one for me, one for Boo, and one for Baby #2. Then I can simply add/remove the cases as necessary. Genius. But what to put into the cases?

awesome empty cases

I found a pile of lists on the Internet, but a lot of it seems excessive and expensive.

So I ask – what are the necessities -for a mom, a toddler, and a baby out and about?

when life gives you lemons

Yesterday we had some lovely dinner guests. They’re the kind of couple that make you feel relaxed, no matter what happens. They were the perfect guests for an imperfect night.

It started with a false promise. Hubby sent a text ‘Hey, want to join us for some homemade pizza‘.  To which they promptly replied ‘Yes’, because it’s homemade pizza, and who doesn’t love that? Exactly. Except that I was already in the kitchen whipping up some lentil soup.  Lentil soup is good, but it’s no homemade pizza.

But our guests rolled with the punches and raved about the mediocre soup. They’re just those kinds of people.

To make matters worse, Hubby made dessert. I gave him a pie shell and told him and Boo to make a pie. I imagined they would simply dump some berries in there and call it a day. But Hubby had other plans. He always does. And out came the cookbook. The Mennonite Girls Can Cook cookbook.

I got this cookbook for Christmas several years ago. I like it a lot, but Hubby takes offense at the title.

“I can’t believe they got away with this title. It’s so sexist,” he always comments whenever he sees it lying around. “Can’t Mennonite boys cook too?”

I think he thinks he’s witty.

Anyway, on this particular day he decided to prove his point and master the lemon meringue pie. So there we were, cooking side by side completely oblivious to each other’s actions, me cooking my lentils and him … making meringue? I remember hearing the odd comment of, “This looks weird…” and “Oh man! That’s not supposed to happen…” and “Oops, it said for 1/3 tsp. That’s the same as a 1/3 cup, right?” and “I think it will be okay”.

But it wasn’t okay. I’m not going to lie. During dinner we all watched as the golden meringue turned flat and gray and oozed over the pie crust and onto the bottom of the oven.

“We’re watching a movie,” Boo said happily as we all watched in horror, slurping our lentil soup.

And still, our guests tried the pie. They were real champs.

“It takes like eggs,” they said in deep thought. “I like eggs.”

“I don’t think I got any crust,” they said, while quizzically digging through the yellow goo.

While Hubby and I cleaned up the debris from our dinner, our guests chased Boo around the house and read her her bedtime story. They’re her favorite babysitters. They’re our favorite people too. We feel very lucky to have them in our lives.

I would like to give them our sincerest apologies.

They’ve invited us over for dinner tomorrow night…

Not our dinner…